Why can’t a captive audience boo?
How mightily oblivious
the teller of tales repeated
endlessly is.
You know who you are,
yet it can’t be helped,
the story must be told,
again.
A thousand stories repeated
is a raconteur, a bon vivant,
a friend of lulls at the table.
A single story repeated
tests the limits of the rules
of engagement, so to speak.
